bags still packed, everything intact
passport ready but never stamped
maybe next time if you ever get back
you grabbed an apple from the tree
ne'er a bite did you take
juicy the fruit resting in your palm
thought you could savor it later
blind until your teeth taste flesh
you needed to break the skin
sweet and sticky it drips down your chin
forgetting the reason you ever left
Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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good stuff.....
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